Challenge Accepted

We fade backstage where we see Bud Adams standing with a serious and determined looking Spectre with a PWA backdrop behind them.

Bud Adams: I'm here with Spectre, fresh off the heels from his thrilling victory over PWA World Champion Matthew Engel. So first off Spectre, can you tell us how you feel after what was an absolutely thrilling and hard fought victory over Engel?

Spectre: Aye Bud, I feel good. I feel like I went out to the ring and did what I said I would, and that was show Engel for the truly phony Champion he is.

Bud Adams: Are you calling him out on this?

Spectre: Not at all, lad. I'm simply saying had our match been for the title I would be your World Champion, and what would the lot of you consider then? No, I have no real intentions of winning the World title. Not yet. I've beaten the Champion, and that's still a fairly great achievement. Even if he does attempt to make any excuse he'd like otherwise.

Bud Adams: So we come to what has been the focal point of your career since your arrival to the PWA... Joshua Danielson.

Spectre: Aye.

Bud Adams: After weeks of back and forth between you two, you both suffered minor injuries a few weeks ago to which he hasn't competed since. You challenged him last week to a match at High Stakes, and he hasn't answered. Do you think the match won't happen?

Spectre: Well here's the thing, Joshua is a pish of streak kinda lad. How you'd say worthless and only worthy of being the douche to Lucy Starr. Now what I think-

Before Spectre can continue, a chair appears on screen! And it appears, being swung, right at his head. Spectre gets cracked over the back of the head and stumbles forward, dazed, while Bud Adams jumps out of the way. Joshua Danielson appears and whacks Spectre a second time over the back of the head. Spectre just won't go down though and turns around but the third shot straight to his face puts him down. Danielson drops the chair over him and rips the microphone from Bud's hands.

Joshua Danielson: Challenge accepted. I'll see you at High Stakes big man.

Danielson drops the microphone onto Spectre who's starting to come to, and who looks quite upset as we fade to ringside...

Johnathan Riker vs Dolten 'The Aerial Aryan' Adler

Singles Match

Adler entered first, wasting no time. "This is the way the world will end..." seemed to send a quick shiver up Dolten's spine as Riker took his time coming to the ring, staring deep into Adler. The match started with Adler avoiding the majority of Riker's offense, bobbing and weaving and cartwheeling away, drawing some applause from the crowd before Adler dropped Riker with a surprise Full Circle before trying to rip Johnathan's mask off of his face. Dolten then went up top, looking for the Dark Halo, but Riker got his knees up into his ribs, taking over with a snap suplex followed by a running leg drop for a 2-count.

Riker looked to put Adler away with the Blackout after a few punches and kicks thrown into his face, but Dolten was able to counter it into a roll-up for a 2-count. When both men got back up, Riker looked for the Malicious Strike but Adler was able to dodge it, knocking the larger man down with a pair of superkicks, a rolling elbow, and a Shining Wizard before going up top and hitting the Dark Halo for a CLOSE 2-count. Sensing victory, Dolten calmly made his way back up top, waiting for Riker, and then hit the Hangman's Flashback for the 3-count.

Operation Ninja Style

We come in with Stone sitting in his locker room with Katrina and Elizabeth around him. Matt had a piece of paper in his hand and is looking down at it with a smile on his face.

Matt: “Okay, it’s all done, all we have to do is walk into Rob’s office and plant this somehow while he’s distracted. Katrina, that’s where you come in.”

Katrina nods as Matt keeps talking.

Matt: “Now Liz, you’re sure this is concrete?”

Liz: “Yes Matt, it’s solid.”

Matt smirked, looking it over once again.

Matt: “Perfect. Okay, so Katrina, you walk in and sweet talk him, I’ll ninja in and slip it amongst the contract and Simon won’t know it’s coming. Perfect. Get dressed Kat, cause it’s show time.”

Katrina nodded and ran off to get dressed as Stone looked at the paper once more.

We cut to a commercial hyping up High Stakes showing various figures such as Matt Stone, Simon Kalis, Jethro Hayes and closing on Matthew Engel.

We come back and Stone is dressed all in black with a ski mask on. Katrina is standing in front of Robinson’s office wearing a short leather skirt and a tight white tank top. Stone nods to her and she knocks on the door. Nothing. She knocks again and once again, there’s no answer. Katrina tries the knob and it opens up. She steps in with her heels and sees no one. She comes out to Matt.

Katrina: ‘He’s not in there?”

Matt rips off the ski mask and looks inside.

Matt: “Well fuck. All this planning and we could have just walked in the front door.”

Matt walks in the office and sees the contract for his match sitting on Rob’s desk. He slips the paper amongst the others and staples it with the stapler that was conveniently sitting on the table. He shrugs and walks out with Katrina, talking as they walk out.

Does the Emerald Phoenix Have To Smack A Bitch?

A camera finds Lucious Starr walking backstage, stretching a bit as he prepares for his match. As he continues down the hall, he bumps into Emily Corlen. At first, Lucious seems annoyed, but quickly changes his tone.

Emily reaches an arm out. She starts to pat Lucious’ arm, giving him hope. She grins... then slaps him one across the face. Emily shakes her head, laughing as Lucious looks confused at her.

Emily Corlen: I know what Kalis is about. I know what he’s capable of. This thing that he’s doing - this group or whatever it is - I'm doing it because I trust Simon, not because I think he's about to fuck me over... and if he tries, then it's his own damn funeral. Until that time comes, if MY friend, Simon, needs me by his side in his time of need, then I’ll be there for him. Why don’t you spend less time worrying about me and more time worrying about your partner, Danielson?

Lucious shakes his head, a slight grin.

Lucious Starr: That’s... being addressed. Look, talk to Dave, he’ll tell you. I’ve told you what I can, and you won’t listen. Maybe he can knock some sense into you.

Lucious brushes past her, but finds himself pressed face-first against a wall.

Emily Corlen: Dave can suck a dick for all I care... and for the record, YOU are the very last person who needs to talk about sense. So for your own damn sake, watch your tongue... before I make you eat it.

Emily releases Lucious, who turns around ready for a fight. Corlen brushes past, scowling as Lucious keeps at bay. Lucious brushes himself off as Emily walks off down the hallway, Lucious turns around and walks towards the ring.

Call of Kalis: Black Ops

Jeremy Gold: Aw man this doesn't seem like a good idea, dude.

Gold seems nervous as we fade backstage where Kalis and Gold are making their way down the hall.

Simon Kalis: Don't worry, it's brilliant!

We come to a stop in front of the door marked "Office of President Robinson" and Kalis cracks a grin.

Simon Kalis: Gimme the paper and stand on lookout.

Gold hands Simon a single piece of paper and Simon quickly opens the door, peeping in to see if Robinson is around.

Simon Kalis: Coast is clear.

Kalis sneaks in like Sam Fisher from Splinter Cell and quickly runs to Robinson's desk. Luckily he finds the contract for his match versus Stone atop the desk already and shrugs it off as he flips through it and shoves his additional page somewhere in the middle, stapling it in and putting the contract back down.

Kalis sighs in relief as he turns around to see it was Spectre with an ice cream cone who showed up.

Simon Kalis: He's from Long Island.

Spectre: Aye, that explains it.

They laugh as they walk off and we fade...

Triad vs Vicious Vic Wagner

Singles Match

Eric Emerson: The fallowing contest is for one fall Introducing first from Osaka, Japan He stands at a height of 6 feet, weighing in at 210 pounds Triad!

Red Yellow and Green fireworks go off on the stage, causing a chain reaction of fire works to go off down the ramp and exploded at the four corners of the ring.
Regret nothing comes on strong as Triad runs out from behind the curtains on the stage, he goes to each corner of the stage and poses to the crowd before running
down the ramp and sliding under the bottom rope, he rolls to th middle of the ring and hops up, hoping in place he punches the air like a boxer, he turns to the crowd
and raises one hand up in the air, pointing to the sky as the music fades.
Triad makes his way to his corner, and waits for his opponent.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent Form Munich, Germany He stands at a height of 6 feet and 4 inches tall, weighing in at 264 pounds. He is cut off as the vocals of the song kick in

I rule the jungle, I rule it with pride
I'm judge and jury, your life I decide
I have awakened for my nightly feast
a reign of terror, beware of the beast

Vic Wagner appears at the top of the ramp looking pissed off to be here, and moves to the top of the ramp.

Don't try to run there's no way to survive
a vicious surrender I'll eat you alive
no one is safe until I get my fill
all hear my warning I'm king of the kill

Wagner holds up his right hand with his ring and middle finger forming a V and yells "Vicious", then quickly brings up his left hand has his ring and middle finger forming a V and yells "Vic". He then places the two Vs together to form a W and Yells "Wagner", and then lowers his ring fingers to flip off the crowd begins to head down the ramp.

stalking the land for the scent of my prey
stopping for nothing don't get in my way
left to the vultures your life is denied
I rule the jungle I rule it with pride

as Vic Wagner heads down the ramp trash talking fans, he almost ends up throwing punches at a few select fans.

Don't try to run there's no way to survive
a vicious surrender I'll eat you alive
no one is safe until I get my fill
all hear my warning I'm king of the kill

Vic Wagner rolls into the ring, and moves into his corner. Vic ends up half sitting, and half leaning on the second turnbuckle with his arms stretched out over the top ropes

Daniel Davis makes sure both men are ready then calls for the bell. Ding Ding Ding the match begins.

The two men come out of their corners, and meet in the center of the ring. Vic extends his hand out to Triad who looks around at the crowd who yell not to accept. Triad reaches out, and shakes Vic’s hand. Triad then goes to turn away from Vic, but Vic yanks Triad at him. Vic lifts the knee trying to hit Triad with a knee lift. Triad is able to dive over the knee and tumbles back up to his feet. Vic turns around looks at Triad, and golf claps. Vic goes into a low wide stance, and raises up his left arm like he want to lock up with Triad. Triad looks around at the crowd who yell out for him not to do it. Triad walks over, to Vic, and raises his left hand. The two lock hands, and then Vic reaches back with his right hand. Vic brings his right hand forward, and slaps the taste out of Triads mouth. While Triad is reeling Vic grapevines his right leg around Triads left leg. Vic then hits Triad right in the jaw with a palm thrust. Vic keeps his hand on Triads jaw pushing forward, and bowing out his back.

Jon McDaniel: Vic Wagner has used some questionable tactic up to this point.

Brian Rentfro: They have all been perfectly legal moves, not his fault Triad fell for them, so there is no need for you to start crying.

Jon McDaniel: Let’s just get back to the match, This is an interesting hold Vic Wagner has Triad in.

Brian Rentfro: It’s holds like this is way Vic Wagner is one of the greatest Technical Wrestlers today.

Vic still has Triad bent over in this standing variation of a bow and arrow lock, and Daniel Davis is asking if Triad want’s to quit. Triad is saying no he doesn’t want to give up. Vic keeps applying pressure on Triad’s back. Vic raises up his right elbow, and unhooks his leg around Triads leg. Triad responds by flipping over, as he flips Vic losses his grip. Triad completes the backflip, and quickly kicks Vic in the hip turning him to the side. Triad then kicks Vic in the back of his knee on his right leg. Vic drops to a knee, and Triad runs towards the ropes. Triad bounces off the rope, and comes dashing at Vic. Triad leaps up going for a dropkick, but Vic is able to dive to the left getting out of the way. Triad lands back first on the mat, and quickly kips up back to his feet. Vic swings his legs around, and is back up to a knee. The two wrestlers stare at each other, and Vic gets back up to his feet. Triad and Vic begin circling each other again.

Jon McDaniel: This has been a back, and forth match thus far with neither of these men really holding an advantage for long.

Vic charges at Triad with a clothesline, but Triad is able to easily duck under it. Vic spins around as Triad throws a kick to his side. Vic is able to catch Triad’s kick, but before he can do anything with it Triad jumps up into the air. Triad kicks Vic in the side of the head with a nicely done enzuigiri. Vic is rocked, but the bigger wrestler is still on his feet. Triad quickly gets back up to his feet, and runs towards the ropes. Triad bounces off the ropes, and rushes at Vic. Triad leaps up into the air, and scissors his legs around Vic’s head. Triad then spins, and throw Vic forward with a flying head scissors. Vic rolls with the momentum, and rolls up to his feet still a bit disoriented. Triad bounces off the ropes once again all out charging at Vic. Triads grabs a hold of Vic’s left arm, and swings his body across Vic’s back scissoring Vic’s right arm with his legs. Triad then pulls Vic backwards taking him down with a running crucifix pin. Daniel Davis slides into position 1...2. Vic kicks out. Triad is quickly to his feet, and is sizing Vic up. The bigger wrestler is still down. Triad moves across the ring, and gets ready for Vic to get up. Vic gets to his feet, and Triad rushes in head long at Vic. Triad jumps up, and lands on Vic’s shoulders, but before he can do anything. Vic grabs a hold of Triad’s hips, and throws him hard down to the mat with a powerbomb.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like Triad went to the well on too many time.

Jon McDaniel: I think Triad betting that Vic Wagner was still rocked from the enzuigiri.

Vic grabs a hold of Triad’s mask, and pulls him up to his feet. Vic puts Triad in a side headlock, and walks with him to the center. Vic then just starts to rain punches down onto Triad’s head. After about 6 or 7 Vic lets go of Triad’s head. Vic turns around, and slams Triad right in the face with an elbow smash that levels him. Vic reaches down, and pulls Triad back up to his feet. Vic places his left arm under Triad’s left armpit, and across his chest. Vic’s right arm goes across Triad’s back. Vic locks his hands together on the far side of Triad’s head. Vic lifts Triad up into the air, and drops down to one knee. Vic slams Triad hard across his knee. Vic holds on, and pulls Triad back up to his feet. Vic once more lifts Triad up into the air, and drops down to one knee. Vic once more slams Triad across his knee. Vic once more pulls Triad back up to his feet. Vic for a second time lifts Triad up into the air, and this time Vic just throws Triad down back first on the mat. Vic raises up his arms, and on both hands Vic has his ring and middle finger forming a V on each hand. The crowd boos loudly.

Jon McDaniel: Vic Wagner should just stop taunting the crowd, and get back to the match at hand.

Brian Rentfro: Vic’s got this match in the bag, so he can take all th time he wants.

Vic turn around, and grabs a hold of Triad’s arms using them to pull him up. Vic holds on to Triad’s right arm, and uses it to Irish whip him into the ropes. Triad bounces off the ropes, and comes back to Vic. Vic grabs Triad around the waist twirls him around, and slams him across his knee with a Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Triad yells out in pain as the move connects. Vic then uses his left hand to push down on Triad’s left leg. Vic uses his right hand to push down on Triad’s face bowing out Triad’s back. Daniel Davis asks Triad if he want’s to give up. Triad is saying no he doesn’t want to give up. Vic pushing down harder onto Triad increasing the pressure on his back. Once more Daniel Davis asks Triad if he wishes to give up. Once more Triad says no. Vic places his left arm under Triad’s left armpit, and across his chest. Vic’s right arm goes across Triad’s back. Vic locks his hands together on the far side of Triad’s head. Vic then pulls back, and slams Triad face first into the mat. Vic quickly rolls over so kneeling on the back of Triad. Vic reaches under Triad’s chin, and pulls back his neck. Vic sits on Triad’s back locking in a camel clutch.

Jon McDaniel: Vic Wagner is just trying to break Triads back.

Brian Rentfro: Triad should just give up here. You know live to fight another day

Jon McDaniel: If Triad doesn’t get something started soon. I will have to agree.

Vic keeps the pressure applied to the back. Daniel Davis asks Triad if he wishes to give up. Triad screams out no he doesn’t want to give up. Vic keeps the hold going for a little while, but once it seems Triad isn’t going to give up Vic lets go of the hold, and stands up. Vic places a stomp right in the center of Triad’s back. Vic then bends down, and grabs a hold Triads, and pulls him up to his feet. Vic places Triad in a standing head scissors. Vic then crosses their arms, and lifts Triad up. Vic then spins around in place going for a full 540 before tossing Triad down slamming him back first into the mat with a Spinning Straight-jacket power bomb hitting a Munich Fire Bomb. Vic quickly pins Triad, and hooks the far leg.

Brian Rentfro: This is It right here Vic Wagner is going to win via Munich Fire Bomb.

Jon McDaniel: I think Triad still has some fight left in him.

Daniel Davis slides into position to count the pin 1...2...thre. Triad is just barely able to kick out. Vic gets up and yells at Daniel Davis to counter faster next time. Vic walks over to Triad, and grabs him by the mask pulling him upright. Vic places Triad’s left arm behind his head. Vic places his right arm behind Triad’s head. Vic quickly pulls back, and slams Triad back first into the mat with a snap suplex. Vic quickly rolls over taking Triad with him. Once on their feet Vic lifts Triad up into the air. Vic hold Triad up in the air showing off his strength. Triad out of no where uses his free right hand to punch Vic right in the face. Triad then quickly swings down, and kicks Vic right in the chest with a headstand dropkick. Vic quickly rolls out of the ring to regroup.

Jon McDaniel: That dropkick came out of no where I wonder if Triad can turn this into something.

Brian Rentfro: Don’t worry I am sure the second Vic Wagner rolls back into the ring he is going to dominate Triad like he has been.

Triad grabs ring driver hanging from his Belt, the crowd picks up in its cheers as they know what’s coming next, Triad slides the driver along his belt buckle and shouts "HENSHIN!" over the growing roar from the fans, the lights go off as over the speakers the words "HAWK! CONDOR! EAGLE!" blazing red pyro goes off go off on the turnbuckles as the lights come back on, and in his place a the dark red suit of Triad's Phoenix form stands ready. Vic looks around like what the hell? Did that just really happened?

Brian Rentfro: What the hell was that?

Jon McDaniel: I believe Triad has just gone into Phoenix mode.

Vic rolls into the ring, and walks over to Triad. The two wrestlers lock up. Triad is able to swing around behind Vic, and place him in a hammerlock. Vic throws a wild back right elbow. Triad lets go of the hammerlock, and ducks under the elbow. Vic spins around in place so that he is once more facing away from Triad. Triad quickly wraps his arm around Vic’s neck, pressing the neck between the biceps, and forearm. Triad places his left hand at about the elbow of his right arm; to get extra pressure on Vic’s neck. Vic struggles to breath, as Triad chokes the life out of him. Vic fires off elbow after elbow into Triad’s body, but to no avail Triad holds fast with his submission. Vic looks life less, and falls down to one knees. Triad rest his chin on top of Vic’s head.

Jon McDaniel: This looks bad for Vic Wagner. He might be out cold

Brian Rentfro: Vic Wagner is fine I am sure he is just playing possum.

Daniel Davis walks over to Vic to see if he is out.

Daniel Davis lifts up Vic’s right arm, and lets it go. Vic’s arm falls to the mat.

Daniel Davis holds up 1 finger.

Again Daniel Davis lifts up Vic’s right arm, and lets it go. Once more Vic’s arm falls to the mat.

Daniel Davis holds up 2 fingers.

For a third, and final time. Daniel Davis lifts up Vic’s right arm, and lets it go. Vic’s right arm stays up.

Vic grabs the top of Triad’s head with his right hand. Vic pushes off the matt to a near standing position. Then Vic falls back down to the mat, and lands in a sitting position hitting Triad with a sit out jawbreaker. Triad lets go of the hold grabbing his jaw, and turning away from Vic. Vic in the meantime is on his knees and his right hand, Vic left is grabbing his throat as he coughs and gags for air. Triad shakes out the cob webs, and walks over to Vic. Triad steps over Vic’s right arm, so that it is it between his legs Triad then reaches down grabbing a hold of Vic’s Arm. Triad pull up on Vic’s arm bending it back. Triad then falls backwards across Vic’s body; rolling him onto his back. Triad wraps his legs around Vic’s arm locking him into an armbar. Daniel Davis comes over, and asks Vic if he wishes to give up. Vic shakes his head, and yells NO! Triad is pulling back hard on Vic’s arm. Vic rolls towards Triad, and gets to his knees. Vic grabs his right arm at about the wrist. Vic pushes himself up into a standing position, and drops down to his knees driving Triad onto the top of his head. Triad is still holding onto the armbar, but his grips seems to have weakened some. Once more Vic pushes himself up into a standing position, and drops down to his knees driving Triad onto the top of his head. This time Triad lets go of the hold; rolling away holding his head in pain.

Jon McDaniel: Vic Wagner was very lucky to get out of that Strong Armbar, by Triad.

Brian Rentfro: Luck had nothing to do with it Vic has a counter for everything Triads throws.

Jon McDaniel: Then why has he barely done anything since Triad went into Phoenix mode?

Brian Rentfro: Here is a question why don’t you shut your dam mouth.

Vic is sitting on his knees grabbing his right arm in pain. Triad begins to stir after the brut force escape Vic made from his armbar. Triad gets back, and is a bit unstable on his feet. Triad walks back over to Vic who is still on his knees grabbing his arm in pain. Triad delivers a swift kick to Vic’s back. Vic yells out in pain, as a second kick hits him in the chest. Triad runs across the ring, and bounces off the ropes. Triad comes sprinting at Vic, and does a low jump. Triad smash Vic in the jaw with both feet, hitting a low running drop kick. Vic is knocked flat with his knees bent under him. Vic yells out in pain, and quickly rolls over onto his stomach. Triad gets back up to his feet, and walks over to Vic. Triad grabs a hold of Vic’s right foot. Triad then lifts Vic right leg into the air, and places his hands on opposite sides of Vic’s foot. However before Triad can apply any real pressure onto his ankle Vic pushes himself up onto his arms, and rolls forward getting out of the hold. Triad is rolled along with Vic, and ends up on his back. Vic rolls over to his stomach, and is crawling over towards the ropes to pull him self up. Triad quickly gets up to his feet, and walks over to Vic. Triad delivers a hard stomp to Vic’s back; stopping Vic dead in his tracks. Triad then walks down to Vic’s leg, and then quickly crosses his legs hooking the left foot behind the right knee. Triad then hooks the free leg with his right leg to keep it in place. Triad then reaches forward, and hooks Vic’s right arm in a half nelson. Vic is able to keep his left arm from being hooked. Triad keeps trying to get the left arm, but Vic uses his weight to roll over so he is on top of Triad. Triad is trying hard to hook Vic’s left arm, but Vic is still able to keep it free. Vic rolls over again, and reaches out with his left arm grabbing the bottom rope. Daniel Davis makes the call to break the hold. Triad holds on; so Daniel Davis puts him to the 5 count 1...2. Triad breaks the hold letting go of Vic.

Brian Rentfro: Did you see that Triad tried to lock Vic in his own hold the Breaking Wheel.

Jon McDaniel: Well Triad said in his promo he might do that. So I think he was just keeping his word.

Brian Rentfro: Bull Triad knows he doesn’t have a hold as good as Vic’s Breaking Wheel so he was just trying to steal it.

Triad gets up, and motions that this match is over. Triad reaches down, and grabs a handful of Vic’s hair, and uses it to pull him up to his feet. Triad then places Vic in a side headlock, and walks him over to the center of the ring. Once in place Triad grabs hold of Vic’s right wrists; Triad tucks his head under Vic’s right arm's armpit. Triads then wraps his free arm around Vic’s near leg. Triad tries to lift Vic up, but his back doesn’t seem to had the strength after Vic’s earlier assault. This gives Vic an opening. Vic fires shot after shot into Triad who lets go of Vic. Vic then tries to hit a clothesline on Triad, but he is able to duck under. Triad spins Vic around, and kicks him in the stomach. Triad grabs hold of Vic’s right wrists; Triad tucks his head under Vic’s right arm's armpit. Triad then wraps his free arm around Vic’s near leg. This time Triad is able to lift Vic up on his shoulders sideways, but Vic is struggling to get out.

Vic fights off Triad, and is able to land on his feet, behind Triad. Vic throws a kick up in-between Triad’s legs, but Daniel Davis doesn’t “see” the blatant low blow. Triad is stunned in pain; giving Vic enough time to run to the ropes behind him and Triad. Vic bounces off the ropes, and bull rushes at Triad. Vic levels Triad with a running clothesline, and drops to his knees. Vic looks at the downed Triad trying to decide what to do next, and an evil grin crosses Vic’s face. Vic gets to his feet, and walks to Triad’s legs. Vic then quickly crosses Triad’s legs hooking the left foot behind the right knee. Vic then hooks the free leg with his right leg to keep it in place. Vic then reaches forward, and hooks Triad’s arms in a full nelson then pulls Triad backwards completing the Full Nelson Death Lock STF.

Jon McDaniel: Vic cheated and that dammed Daniel Davis did nothing about it.
Brian Rentfro: Well Vic locked in the Breaking Wheel match over it doesn’t matter how we got to this point.

Jon McDaniel: How can you say that Vic Wagner cheated to get here. Second Vic Wagner was able to get out of this hold.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah he was able to grab the ropes. Vic has him locked in the dead center of the ring. The match is over

Daniel Davis asks Triad if he wishes to give up. Triad is shaking his head no. Vic begins to pull back ever harder; making Triad shout out in agony. So once more Daniel Davis asks Triad if he wishes to give up. This time Triad shakes his head yes. Daniel Davis calls for the bell Ding Ding Ding. The match is over.

Eric Emerson: Here is your Winner by Submission VICIOUS VIC WAGNER!

Vic gets to his feet, and had his hand raised, by Daniel Davis Vic raises his left hand as well, and on both hands Vic has his ring and middle finger forming a Vs.

Brian Rentfro: I think you meant to say Vic Wagner does nothing, but Win week in, and week out.

Another Contract Signing!

We fade to ringside after the commercial break, where the red carpet has been put out. Matt Stone along with his bodyguard Tyson Cowell are already in the ring, sitting opposite of Simon Kalis and his agent Jeremy Gold. On the table between them is the contract for their match at High Stakes. In the ring to mediate the signing is the impartial Lean Bean Miller.

Lean Bean Miller: Folks this is an historic signing. Matt Stone will challenge Simon Kalis for the PWA Intercontinental Championship at High Stakes!

The crowd cheers for Kalis and boos Matt Stone, although it could be vice versa. But highly unlikely.

Lean Bean Miller: Gentlemen, if you would.

Kalis waves to Stone to sign first and Stone smiles as he takes the contract, flips to the last page and signs off on it. He slides it back over to Kalis who in turn signs off on the last page as well.

Lean Bean Miller: What a show of respect, a peaceful contract signing. These two are certain to put on an epic match next week at PWA High Stakes!

Tyson fakes out Jeremy Gold who falls over on his chair and quickly slides out of the ring, cowardly as he is. He trips over the barricade before running through the crowd screaming RAPE once again. Stone and Tyson are up and throw their chairs aside as Kalis remains seated, lowering his head, knowing full well whats coming. Lean Bean Miller quickly exits the ring himself now.

Jon McDaniel: Oh this doesn't look too good for Simon right now.

Brian Rentfro: I think it looks great!

Kalis slides out from his seat and gets to his feet as Tyson comes from the left and Stone comes from the right. Kalis is obviously blind from the left side and blindly throws an elbow to Tyson who catches it and flips Kalis to the canvas. Him and Stone immediately begin stomping down on Simon Kalis as the crowd boos loudly. Tyson lifts Kalis up for Stone who takes him out with a C-C-C-C-COMBOBREAKER!!!! The crowd boos even louder now as Stone climbs up the turnbuckles, standing on the second one as Tyson moves the table in position. Tyson lifts Kalis up backwards from a normal powerbomb position and hoists the dazed Intercontinental champion to Stone who grabs ahold of Kalis, and leaps off the middle turnbuckle, powerbombing Kalis right through the table!

Jon McDaniel: This is atrocious, after everything this man has been through.

Brian Rentfro: This is SPARTA! ...Sorry I just always wanted to say that.

Kalis coughs and holds his sides amongst the tables debris as Stone picks up the microphone.

Matt Stone: Thought I'd tell you, Simon. That contract you signed? Well I made sure to add a special provision when nobody was looking. When I beat you? You will not be entitled to a rematch.

The crowd boos as Kalis closes his eyes and shakes his head.

Matt Stone: Better yet! You won't be allowed to be anywhere near me for as long as I'm Intercontinental champion! Not at ringside for my matches, not near me in the back or you'll be suspended!

Stone pauses, to let the fans get their boos in, like he cares.

Matt Stone: Truth is Simon. You'll NEVER! SHUT! ME! UP!

Stone whips the microphone at Kalis' head and exits the ring with Tyson, the crowd booing. As Stone gets to the top of the entrance ramp, Simon picks up the microphone and laughs as he sits up on his knees.

Simon Kalis: Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stone and Tyson turn around to look back at the ring, unimpressed.

Simon Kalis: You think you're the only one with a few tricks up his sleeve?

Kalis looks around the crowd, who cheers him on.

Simon Kalis: I made a little addition to the contract of my own...

Kalis smirks and the crowd cheers.

Brian Rentfro: Oh god... It's gonna be something black.

Jon McDaniel: What's that supposed to mean?!

Kalis gets to his feet painfully, but keeps smiling.

Simon Kalis: WHEN I BEAT YOU, MATT!

The crowd cheers.

Simon Kalis: After High Stakes... Hah. You will be forced to have a muzzle put on your face, Matt Stone. And you will be GAGGED FROM SPEAKING FOR A WHOLE WEEK!

The arena EXPLODES WITH CHEERS! And Matt Stone looks on at Simon Kalis with utter disbelief.

Jon McDaniel: Hahahahaha!!!!!

Simon Kalis: So yeah Matt. After High Stakes. I! WILL!

Kalis points the microphone to the air for the fans.

Fans: SHUT! YOU! UP!

Kalis' theme hits and he falls back to his knees, still in pain but smiling as Stone gives him a dirty look before Tyson just pulls him backstage.

Jon McDaniel: Incredible! We'll be right back after these commercials folks!

The Stakes are the Highest?

Jon McDaniel: Welcome back folks and, during the commercial break some very disturbing events unfolded.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah I mean I think Simon's a bit of an ass for what he's trying to pull on Stone but...

DURING THE COMMERCIAL BREAK!

Sim on looks around to the cheering crowd as commercials run for those watching at home, and he waves to the crowd and poses for pictures even though he's still in some pain from being put through the table. However. The PWAtron reveals static, soon fading into the view of a head. A mask veils the face of the speaker, and his voice is altered. He looks out, a tone of glee in his voice.

Voice: Oh, Kalis! Kalis old buddy!!

Kalis looks up to the PWAtron, getting upset as he realizes who it is. He raises a mic, but is cut off by the mystery man.

Voice: Have you figured me out yet? I'm guessing not. And how could you? Years of digging a hole, and you've alienated almost anyone who called you friend. Your terror streak has made you an enemy amongst those you may have never even met. And of course, losing your beloved Tamika, your darling Brian and your princess Maya, your mind has become a glob of useless crap that can't think straight. But even if you could, Kalis, I doubt you could pinpoint me.

Simon becomes more and more irritated, gripping his mic tighter as his fury takes over.

Voice: I mean, let's face it. I could be anybody. I could be a champion, trying to eliminate the one challenge I have before me...

The face of Matthew Engel is superimposed on the mask, then slides off to the side into a smaller view.

Voice: I could be a challenger, looking to soften up the champion to make my next reign easier to reach.

Matt Stone's face appears this time, sliding to the other side of the screen.

Voice: I could be some random fan you've never met...

An image of some random fan in the audience, slides off next to Engel's face.

Voice: I could be a friend you've known forever.

The face of Pete Ebdon appears, sliding towards that of Stone.

Voice: I could be family.

The faces of Rayn, Masakazu, and Ace Olen appear, in sequential order, sliding to either side of the screen. The voice seems to crackle a bit, laughter?

Voice: I could be your closest, most trusted confidant.

The face of Spectre is imposed onto the screen, holding for a moment before sliding off the mask. It joins the faces around the mask, and they begin to spin around the masked man's face. A cackle of a laugh; the voice continues.

Voice: So many people. So many marks. So many targets on your back. Which one am I, Simon? Which one is hiding behind this mask? Is it even one of these people who is beneath the mask, or are they simply thrown together to throw you off track. You could assume the latter, but then you risk the former being true... and losing more than just what is left of your mind.

The faces spin faster around the mask, the voice cackling. Kalis twists the microphone in his hand, becoming frustrated, nervous, and paranoid. The voice speaks out once more, giving an ultimatum.

Voice: Do you REALLY want to know who I am, Kalis? Oh, I'll tell you who I am. Oh, but not here, not now. When the stakes are at their highest, THAT is when you'll have to do the right thing, to learn who it is I truly am. Just remember until then, Kalis... a felon's life is a lonely one. Your best bet is not to trust ANYONE. Ha.

Voice: Haha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

The PWAtron fades away, Kalis squeezing the microphone until his hands hurt. He drops the mic, storming up the ramp towards the locker rooms.

Brian Rentfro: And Kalis is so mentally worn, I don't think he's figured out exactly what kind of twisted sicko this guy is. At least he's telling Kalis soon.

Jon McDaniel: When the stakes are at their highest? Do the right thing? Trust noone? Who the hell is this guy? Suffice to say folks, things will come to a head at High Stakes. For better, or worse...

Bastard vs Cody Bogard

Singles Match

Right away, from the moment the bell rang, both men immediately began trading strikes, with Cody going for stiff forearms and elbows while Bastard shot him down with kicks all over his body. Bastard took control after a Tae Kwan Do spinning back kick to the head sent Bogard through the ropes to the floor, leading to Bastard sending him back in, getting a 2-count, and then locking on a chinlock with a grapevine. Bogard somehow managed to break the grapevine after suffering in the hold for a lengthy period, however, and bridged himself backwards for a 2-count, leading to both men getting up...and trading strikes again.

This time would be in Cody's favor, though, as he took Bastard down with a particularly lengthy combo of Machine Gun slaps to the face and chest followed up with a superkick that turned him around, a BRUTAL back brain kick that sent him into the ropes, and then a Death Valley Bomb for a 2.99999999999-count! Bogard looked to seal the deal with the Kikosho Driver but Bastard reversed it into a Millenium Suplex, dumping Cody on the very top of his head for a 2.9999999999-count of his own.Bastard backed away, gathering his bearings as Bogard rose to his feet in the corner, and then charged in, looking for a running discus punch. Cody avoided it, though, and caught Bastard with a surprise Hero Time for the 1, the 2, and the 3!!!

Winner: Cody Bogard

The Marxx marks won't mark out on this one...

Backstage, we see Lean Bean Miller on the interview set.

Lean Bean Miller: Ladies and gentlemen, Joining me tonight... Marxx.

Miller doesn’t seem too thrilled about Marxx’s presence next to him. Especially after what he told him last week.

Lean Bean Miller: First of all Marxx...

He takes a second to look at Marxx, noticing that he wears a bulletproof vest.

Lean Bean Miller: Wh... Why do you have a bulletproof vest?

And he passes the microphone to Marxx, who takes his time to answer.

Marxx : Well everybody dies lately, I have to protect myself. I lost some friends in that slaughtering spree, like the Straders. So many good memories I shared with these people... But I’m not going to expose my private life because of that. I don’t want to go as far as taking advantage of the situation only to get pity from everyone, like some Montreal-native superstar did after Meghan’s death. Just sayin’.

Miller seems surprised by Marxx’s answer.

Lean Bean Miller: Now let me ask you: why did you acted the way you did last week? Not only when you... When you talked to me, but when you didn’t help your tag team partner, Marco Dante.

Marxx takes a second, a smirk on his face as he thinks of last week.

Marxx: Why not? You were there, annoying me, literally harassing with your stupid questions, saying “you had no rights of doing this” and whatnot. As for Marco Dante, he deserved that punishment. He never earned the belt, never deserved to be in the match and he put himself in. Unlike me, he did nothing to deserve to be there outside being carried by Bogard in a tag team match a few weeks ago. Nukem and Bogard wanted him more than they wanted me, because they knew I had all the reasons to be added to the mix and because they knew that if they tried to touch me, I would have destroyed them on the spot. Marco being fired afterwards wasn’t planned, but it was, for sure, an incredible way to end his dirty ascension.

Lean Bean takes a second. He puts the microphone away and looks straight at Marxx.

Lean Bean Miller: Okay, this is going a little too far. I’ve been in the PWA and I saw you when you first came in. You were one people loved to work with. But now, you changed. You’re not...

Marxx abruptly ends Miller’s speech and looks at him.

Marxx: Now listen! Everything happens for a reason! For more than two years, I’ve been loyal to PWA, I followed the rulebook, I was with the fans, I turned into a fuckin’ mascot for all these years! Why? Because I thought it was the right thing to do. I hoped loyalty and integrity counted for something in this business. But guess what? I’m not even close from being the one people like Robinson, yourself, all these people who feel like they have any kind of power on us, would even consider for another World championship run! And then the first thing I know, I do things that I don’t usually do and what happens? You start whining about the fact that “I changed”? BOO fuckin’ HOO! You all had your chance to make a difference or at least show that you cared and you didn’t jump on the occasion. I didn’t bring that up to you, you brought that to yourselves!

With that said, he slaps Miller across the face and takes his microphone. He turns by the camera.

Marxx: Now Robinson... Instead of making a difference and innovate, you just accept that there will be a millionth match between Jethro Hayes and Matthew Engel. There’s plenty of food in the fridge and yet you go for pork and beans again.

He stays silent for a second, and then starts speaking again.

Marxx: Last week, I was asking myself why the likes of Johnny Maverick, Riona Langly, Theresa Quaranta and all the former PWA superstars didn’t stay here. I went as far as questioning their loyalty and figure out what went wrong with them. But now I understand. Robinson, Chamelion, whoever was in charge, you gave up on them, just like you gave up on me. They knew that once they had their chance, their moment of glory, it wouldn’t happen again. And because guys like you abandoned them, they left. They literally left a wasteland and I can’t blame them for doing that anymore. I could blame their lack of dedication and how they couldn’t take the fact that they had to wait in line again for their turn, a line that wasn’t going any further because someone stopped counting when the usual suspects’ 15 minutes of fame were done.

The more he talks, the more he turns red in anger.

Marxx: Somebody needs to change that. Someone who realizes the negative impact it has on the show’s quality and on the roster itself. And since I seem to be the only one to realize that, I guess it is up to me to start the revolution. It is up to me to make things go the way they should.

The raging expression on his face slowly changes as he shows a demonic smile on his face.

Marxx: But first, I have a Grizzly Beer championship to win. Bogard and Nukem are just going to be the first step on my way back to the top, the one spot I should never have left in the first place.

With that said, he gives the microphone back to Miller, who is still rubbing his cheek after the hit.

The Lit At The End Of The Tunnel

The scene opens on Ryan Ross and Mark Zout, or rather the two men’s asses. The camera fades back as the duo walks down the corridor. Ryan is wearing his black and pink wrestling briefs hand appliquéd with an ‘RR’ across his cheeks with matching kick pads over his lace-up boots. His back is hidden by his vest reading ‘RED HOT.’ Mark is dressed much more casually, as he has the night off, in blue denim jeans and a white tee that probably has some sort of shameless self promotion across the chest. Each are carrying a water bottle in their right hands. As Ryan runs his free hand through his slicked back blonde hair we cut to a shot of their front. Sure enough, Mark’s chest reads ‘iMark.’

Ryan: I really appreciate you being here tonight, man. I mean, you didn’t have to show up. I know how busy you’ve been with that private detective, trying to track down Roxxy - wherever those deranged masked morons stashed her. Besides, Lit insisted on being here to watch my back during my match with Starr.

Mark: Uh yeah, investigator…

Ryan: You never hired him, did you?

Mark: Well, he was kind of pricey, and I only get paid based on appearances. I wouldn’t even get that if it were up to Robinson.

Ryan: But it is up to Robinson.

Mark: Sh-[censored]-t! I thought my paychecks were just coming late…

Ryan: So you mean Roxxy’s been missing for like two months and you haven’t even looked for her?

Mark: Well, I mean… I meant to and all, but the stress was getting to me and so I just sat down and smoked a tiny little bowl taking baby hits…

Ryan: Which turned into my entire dub sack, I remember…

Mark: And well, you know how it goes.

Ryan: No. No, I don’t know how it goes, Mark. I don’t know why no one looked for me, and I can’t understand for the life of me how someone can up and forget that their girlfriend was kidnapped by two freaks who wrestle under hoods. WHO, BY THE WAY, STOLE MY FREAKING GIMMICK!

Mark: So, you remember how you couldn’t understand why no one looked for you, but they stole your gimmick…?

Ryan: I don’t understand what you’re getting at. She’s going to be soooo pissed when those Doses get tired of feeding her.

Mark: Honestly that’s probably the ONLY time they’ll notice her.

Ryan: Harsh.

Mark: You know what they say about the truth. And besides, if Lit is your body guard tonight it’s a good thing I did show up. That kid has no skills in the ring.

Ryan: Shhh…

Mark: What? You know what they say about the truth.

The pair stop their pace now in front of a door with athletic tape slapped over the door reading ‘Ross’ is smeared sharpie.

Ryan: No, not that. Lit was blasting the stereo before I left to meet you at the gate. It’s dead silent now.

Upon closer inspection we can see the latch on the door frame has been broken off. Ryan and Mark look to each other suspiciously. Ross sets his water bottle down and raises his index finger to his lips as he begins pushing the door open into the pitch black room. Mark nods, picking up a steel folding chair propped near the door and replacing his bottle where it had been. The two burst in, Ryan flipping on the lights quickly before getting in a position ready to pounce, and Mark with the chair loaded up behind his head for a home run swing.

There was no threat to be found. However, the room was trashed thoroughly. The stereo had been ripped from the wall and now was in about thirty pieces across the floor. The television screen had been shattered, leaving hundreds of tiny fragments of glass on the floor beneath it. The card table had been over-turned, and the chairs to it bent in an unholy manner. A pair of legs stuck out on the floor from the closet. Ryan and Mark rush to the lifeless form, Mark dropping his chair on the way leaving a clatter echoing through the small dressing room as it crashed against the concrete floor.

The two hoist Lit - whom was bruised and bloodied - out of the closet. As they do, a Dos Cara mask falls off of his face, as if it had been placed over it to send a message. Lit groans, fighting the urge to come to.

Ryan: Those f-[censored]-cking vultures!

Mark: I’m sorry, man… This is so f-[censored]-cked up…

Ryan slaps Lit across the face a few times in short succession before his little brother finally opens a swollen eye.

Lit: I’m sorry, Ryan. I trie--tse!

Lit winces in pain, grasping his ribs as he tries to sit up on his own accord. Ryan, in big brother mode, instinctively forces him back down.

Mark: Right, so they can come back for you while I’m gone? Yeah. Right. Lit, can you walk?

Lit tries once more to sit up. Ryan helps him this time, but it takes both Souljahz to get him to his feet. Lit tests a step, gasping in pain as he does so.

Lit: Yeah… I think so.

Ryan: Oh no you don’t. We’ll help you there.

Ryan slings one of Lit’s arms over his shoulders, and Mark does the same with the other. Their pace is slow, but they eventually make it to the door.

Mark: We’re going to drop you off with the medic…

Ryan: And then we’re finding those Dos Caras and we’re putting them into a couple of body bags.

Lit: Metaphorically?

Ryan: Literally.

The scene cuts.

Ryan Ross vs Lucious Starr

Singles Match

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen! This bout is for one fall!

Red and violet lights shine around the arena, falling at the center of the entrance ramp. Cee Lo Green’s Fuck You hits the arena, as white fireworks light the ramp. Lucious Starr emerges to a mix of cheers and boos, throwing up both hands- which are flicking off all in attendance. Lucious slowly makes his way down the ramp, playing to the fans as he almost dances his way down.

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring, from Akron Ohio!

Lucious stops mid ramp, gyrating to the tune. He points to either side of the ramp, a few female fans cheering while a few are totally not buying it, Lucious blowing a kiss to a nearby female fan.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at two hundred and sixty-three pounds...

Lucious continues down the ramp, eyeing the ring as he descends.

Eric Emerson: He is the Untamed Fury...

Lucious circles the ring, stopping by the announce table. He salutes the announce team, then turns to leap onto the ring apron. He waves to the crowd, taking in the mixed reaction as his intro continues.

Lucious slides in between the top and middle ropes, climbing the nearest turnbuckle.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, he is Lucious Beta Starr!!

Lucious again flips the bird, jumping to the mat below as he waits for the match to begin.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now, from Seattle, Washington... Standing at six feet, two inches and weighing in tonight at two hundred twenty pounds... He is THE LAST REIGNING GLOBAL CHAMPION... RYAN ROSS!

Creed's Freedom Fighter hits the P.A. and the lights dance from blacklight to neon pink. The fans cheer heavily in excitement, but there is no movement from the curtain.

Eric Emerson: RYAN ROOOOOSSSSSSS!

The fans wait anxiously for a long few more seconds, but there is still no response from the backstage area. Even Lucious Starr looks bored as he leans against the top turnbuckle.

The official presses a finger to his ear to hear through his wire over the boos and jeers the fans now spat toward the unexpected delay. He then mouths something back toward the box, listens again, and nods. The official whispers in Emerson's ear and Lucious, who has over-heard looks very displeased and upset.

Eric Emerson: I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but it has been made apparent that Ryan Ross will not be competing tonight. Therefore, it is the decision off the official to award to the match to Lucious Starr as a result of a forfeit.

As Cee Lo Green's Fuck You plays up again, Lucious kicks the bottom rope with disapproval and the official has even more jeers rain down upon him. A beer bottle flies toward the ring, bouncing off the top rope and immediately a disgruntled fan (supposedly the one who had thrown it) is escorted out by three security personnel. All Starr can do on his walk back up the ramp is shake his head.

BWF Muddies the Airwaves

The words "EARLIER THIS WEEK - BWF MONDAY NIGHT HAVOK" appear on the screen as we find "The Emerald Phoenix" Emily Corlen wandering the halls of the Honda Center in Anaheim, California, still euphoric over her own win over Stone just twenty four hours prior on PWA Rampage. Emily greets several of the backstage crew and a handful of BWF superstars not booked tonight who are relaxing backstage, enjoying the show. She then finds herself standing at a door with a familiar placard on it;

BWF C.E.O./OWNER
DAVID BLAZENWING

Emily hesitates for a moment, takes a deep breath, then finally opens the door and heads inside. Within, she finds the man who trained her, a man with whom her relationship had become strained as of late. DB, meanwhile, sat at his desk, reading a local newspaper, seemingly oblivious to the fact that someone had just entered his office. Emily clears her throat loudly and without looking up, Blazenwing responds;

David Blazenwing: Sit.

Emily tilts her head slightly, but takes a seat in the lone chair opposite Blazenwing's desk. After nearly thirty seconds of waiting, Blazenwing finally sets the paper down and stares into Emily's eyes.

David Blazenwing: We have a problem.

Emily opens her mouth to speak, but David puts his hand up, stopping her.

David Blazenwing: Why did you come to the ring at Honor Bound: Night Four?

Emily Corlen: I...

David Blazenwing: Why did you come to the aid of Simon Kalis, of all people??? Why, Emily, tell me why.

Emily Corlen: I just -

David Blazenwing: Less than a month ago, you were his hated fucking enemy! Do you remember me helping you beat him for the REBEL Pro Aggression Championship? Do you?

Emily Corlen: Of course I -

David Blazenwing: And then, DAYS later, how do you repay me? You SCREW me out of my PWA Intercontinental Championship... TO SIMON FUCKING KALIS!!!

Emily Corlen: That was a mist -

David Blazenwing: And THEN... oh, and then... you have the BRASS FUCKING BALLS to run down to the ring and try to SAVE him at Honor Bound? How did that work out for you, Em? Hmm?

Emily looked down for a moment, remembering the beating she received at Honor Bound like it was yesterday. She didn't answer.

David Blazenwing: And now... now, it all makes sense. I tune in to PWA television and I see you gallivanting around with Simon, his retard agent and the worthless Scottish fucktwat like you're suddenly the best of friends! Oh, Emily...

Blazenwing's face darkened considerably.

David Blazenwing: ...I would have expected something like this from your good for nothing sister. But you? I trusted you... but I guess it's true what they say. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree... and there's no such thing as a worthwhile fucking Corlen.

Emily stood up, fuming.

Emily Corlen: How DARE you compare me to -

David stands up, just as angry.

David Blazenwing: No, EMILY! How dare YOU! All this time, you were working with Simon, and for what? Just to fuck me over? After EVERYTHING I've done for you? Have you already forgotten that I MADE YOU? And trust me when I say this...

The door slams shut behind Emily, and she quickly notices three masked men standing behind her. The Alliance of Wrestling's Finest? It's not clear... what is clear, though, is that they are all wielding baseball bats.

David Blazenwing: I can UNMAKE you.

Blazenwing moves to shove the cameraman down, and the camera catches nothing but the ceiling of Blazenwing's office, accompanied by the unmistakable sounds of wooden baseball bats meeting human flesh and a woman screaming in agony, crying out in vain for a savior that would never come.

The scene then fades to the backstage of the Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota and the word "LIVE!" appears on the screen. The crowd then cheers loudly as Emily Corlen walks into view, a sledgehammer in hand, clearly on a mission.

Emily Corlen: No more dicking around with the enhancement talent like Lucy... I came here for one reason tonight. DAVE! DAAAAAAAAVE! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?

Emily groans, and then swings the sledgehammer hard into the nearby wall, leaving a small dent. Clearly, she's upset. She continues walking down the hallway, a few assorted PWA backstage hands and wrestlers quick to get out of the way of the crazy woman with the giant hammer. Emily stops at a door that reads "AoWF LOCKER ROOM" and smirks.

Emily Corlen: Finally. I got you now, Dave! Hopefully the rest of the Alliance of Wrestling's Finest is inside too... I can kill four birds with one stone.

Without attempting to open the door first, Emily swings the hammer hard into it, leaving a noticeable dent. She swings again in the same spot and this time, breaks a hole in the door. At this point, she kicks the door in, nearly knocking it off the hinges. She walks inside and quickly learns that the AoWF on the door stood for the normal AoWF, not the stable group, as she sees the Renegade Souljahs standing there, wearing nothing but towels, talking. Mark Zout seems stunned at the intrusion, and Ryan Ross just waves at Emily before pantomiming the removal of his towel. Emily quickly covers her eyes.

Emily Corlen: Sorry!

She then stumbles backwards, out of the locker room as quickly as she can, but before she can take more than a few steps...

*CRACK*

Out of nowhere, David Blazenwing comes from behind and cracks Emily along the small of the back with a large wrench! Emily screams out in pain, crumpling to the ground as Dave drops to one knee and takes another hard wrench shot at the same spot.

David Blazenwing: YOU LIKE THAT? HUH? DO YOU?!

Blazenwing swings a few more times, Emily screaming out in agony. Several PWA stagehands are nearby, but none of them seem willing to try to stop DB, who almost appears to be like a man possessed. He lifts Emily's head up by the hair and leans in close to her ear.

David Blazenwing: You listen to me and you listen to me good. I've had just about ENOUGH of your bullshit over the last few months. I told you Monday night that I made you, and I can UNMAKE you. You wanna get your hands on me so badly, you pompous little bitch? Suit yourself. You and me, next Sunday, High Stakes. I don't give a shit what kind of match it is... you could never beat me and you never will... but there is one special, extra stipulation I'm going to make sure is attached to our match, Emily... LOSER. LEAVES. PWA.

Blazenwing grins sadistically.

David Blazenwing: I'm going to take great pleasure in ending your career, Emily... and when you're out of the way, I can finally lead this company to the Promised Land and become the NEW PWA Undisputed World Champion!

The crowd boos loudly at this. Emily coughs, and David growls.

David Blazenwing: You made the biggest mistake of your life turning on me, Corlen... just like your sister. Now, you're going to be punished for the sins of BOTH sisters... and there's not a damn thing you or anybody else can do about it.

Blazenwing gets in very close to Emily's face.

David Blazenwing: My name is David Blazenwing... I'm the man who is going to put you in a wheelchair in one week without breaking a damn sweat... and you can take that to the bank.

DB then takes Emily's head and slams it down hard into the concrete, knocking her out cold.

David Blazenwing: Fucking cunt.

He stands up and kicks her once more hard in the side, then walks away as several stagehands rush to aid the young girl. One of the stagehands calls for an EMT as the camera cuts back to ringside.

Lucy Makes a Challenge

Jon McDaniel: Brian... I'm getting word here... the next match is being pushed back just a bit for an important announcement...

Brian Rentfro: What the hell could be more important than a wrestling match?? Seriously?!

The lights dim down until there is no more than a small flicker of light upon the crowd. A red spotlight shines down upon the top of the entrance ramp as a light fog brushes across the stage. Bob Seger's "Turn The Page" hits the PA, the crowd anxious in waiting.

On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
Moanin' out his one note song
You can think about the woman
Or the girl you knew the night before

A figure steps out on the ramp, his face veiled by a cloak as he stands in the middle of the spotlight. His head is raised as he scans the audience, dropping back down before anyone can see his face.

But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin',
You just wish the trip was through

The figure slowly begins walking down the ramp, the fans silent as they watch him pace to the ring.

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page

Pyros shoot out either side of the ramp, lighting the place like daylight. The figure throws his cloak to the floor, revealing himself as Lucious Starr. The Untamed Fury points to each side, drawing in the mixed emotion of the crowd. He paces towards the ring once more, passion in his eyes.

Well you walk into a restaurant,
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode

Lucious stops at the bottom of the ramp, looking up at the ring. He lowers his head, shaking it each way before looking back up, jumping up to the apron. He slides in under the top rope, heading for the nearest turnbuckle.

Most times you can't hear 'em talk,
Other times you can
All the same old cliches,
"Is that a woman or a man?"
And you always seem outnumbered,
You don't dare make a stand

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page

Lucious holds his arms out wide, curling his fingers up to draw the crowd. He waits there for a moment, taking in the emotions, then drops as he heads across the ring to do so again.

Out there in the spotlight
You're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy
You try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body
Like the music that you play

The music begins to fade away as Lucious hops down, calling for a mic. He steps to the center of the ring, taking in the mixed reaction of the crowd. He raises the mic to his lips, speaking slowly.

Lucious Starr: As you all have noticed, I am without an opponent for High Stakes. Some see this as my chance to take a much-needed vacation. Others seem to believe that there is simply no one left on the roster who is at the high calibur I am at. And yet, still more believe simply that I have been overlooked; a minor detail that doesn't really matter.

The crowd is a mix of cheers and boos, Lucious taking a moment. He takes in a deep breath, continuing.

Lucious Starr: I have the ring presence, the name power, and the undying sense of life to hold this company on my shoulders. My name alone sells the very seats you all are sitting in. Which means that in all reality, High Stakes is my playground, my moment to do as I please to whomever I please. Which... I have been thinking about for a little while. And I've figured out my plans for High Stakes.

Lucious Starr: I could take my performance from Who's The Man? and parlay it into a World Championship oppertunity. I could make Engel and Hayes both wonder why the hell they ever bothered to step into the ring with a LEGEND such as myself. I could defeat Second 2 None, simultaneously, and in the process bring about my second World Heavyweight Championship reign.

The crowd is now in uproar, half the crowd in favor of his challenge, the other not thinking he deserves it.

Lucious Starr: I could, in all reality, go after Simon Kalis for the Intercontinental Championship. A title I won off of Raizzor and Viktor Stone a year and a half ago, a title I hold close. I could do that... but as always, Simon's got his hands in one too many jars of cookies, and he's managed to grab a very jealous puppy in Matt Stone. So with his wife-to-be and daughter dying, and the kidnapping of Brian Kalis, I think the least I can do is wait until he can pry Matt Stone from his ass to refocus. So that's out of the question.

Brian Rentfro: So... he's challenging for...

Jon McDaniels: I think the next in line is the Grizzly Beer Championship.

Lucious Starr: Next up is a belt I've never had the pleasure to hold. A belt I find... interesting, to say the least, but something I've begun to lose interest in. The Grizzly Beer Championship. A division currently consisting of such names as Cody Bogard, Marxx, Emily Corlen and Marco Dante... well, that last one isn't poisoning the pool anymore, but the other three sure as fuck are. Putting my name into that particular hat would be bringing the division up a notch or six, to say the least. But as it stands, the line is long and full of crapshots and barely existent names, and to take a step back by placing my name on the list of GB Contenders is basically career suicide. So out of respect for myself, my career, and the pride of this company... I'll not be looking at that title anytime soon.

Brian Rentfro: Well, that only leaves one championship.

Jon McDaniel: But... huh.

Lucious Starr: Which brings us to the ever dying Tag Team Division. The part of the roster that ebbs and flows like a pissed off river in the summer and a near dead one in the fall. A division that consists of the best in the business one minute... and all of three teams the next. From what I can see, there aren't many teams in play right now, and aside from Hell and High Water, that's about one decent looking team on the roster- and with Jethro Hayes on one team, it sure as FUCK ain't Second 2 None. Now, while it would be fun and even exciting to go to High Stakes, take on a legendary duo like The Brothers Gri- oh, wait. It's Might and Magic. Well, I suppose taking the titles off someone who's in the record books from damn near a hundred years ago is still something. Unfortunately, I haven't a partner. For you see, the one man I trust in my corner, the one man I can depend on, the one man who has my back through thick and thin... is in another match. And I can't muster the heart to go at the Tag Team Championships without my partner by my side. So for the time being- Dragon, Mike Dickstick- your hold on the gold remains intact.

Brian Rentfro: So... he came out here to say he isn't challenging for the titles... what, he's going to say he doesn't even have plans for High Stakes? He's waisting all this time for attention?!

Jon McDaniel: No way. There's gotta be... wait a sec...

Lucious Starr: But it hit me. Last week, watching Vincent Black run his fat suck, getting suspended, because the little pussy bitch had to whimper on about a loss rather than take it like a man... I had an epiphany. I admitted that Finale was the better man that night, and that I had underestimated him. But now... now I have to ask you, Finale... do you have the balls to do it again?

Brian Rentfro: What the hell...

Jon McDaniel: He isn't...

Lucious Starr: Finale, you proved that you were a force to be reckoned with at Honor Bound. But you did so in a match that could have ended with anyone winning against anyone. My question, my CHALLENGE to you, Finale, is to put your balls on the table and your King Of Extreme Title on the line. High Stakes, Finale, you go one-on-one with the heart and soul of wrestling. High Stakes, you put your money where your mouth is, and face me man to man, one on one, for the title. At High Stakes, Finale, I challenge you to a match for the AoWF King Of Extreme Championship. And in doing so, I'm going to up the ante. First, the fans won't have to pick the match, because I'm allowing YOU to pick the stipulation. I don't want there to be any excuses for when I KICK

YOUR

ASS.

Brian Rentfro: Lucious is getting fired up, he wants that title!

Jon McDaniel: Some people have said that without Riona, Lucious would have won this thing practically by default.

Brian Rentfro: Please. Lucious is good, but he ain't a god or anything

Lucious Starr: Here's the other part. The part the fans WILL decide. See, if you lose, I get the KoE Championship. But if I lose? Well, that's the fun part. You see, I've got two stips in mine, and I'm going to allow you to pick the third to be wagered. The fans will decide my fate should I lose this match. What might these consequences entail?

First consequence. In losing to a BWF Star, I'm forced to sign a one month contract with Blazenwing Wrestling, competing under that banner of the AoWF until that one month has ended. After all, IF you can beat me, one-on-one, it means that clearly BWF is the superior brand. And a superior athlete such as myself should be on the most elite of rosters.

For the second choice, I have something rather interesting in mind. With Howl out of action, you're one man shy of a group. And what's a champion without his entourage? So, if you defeat me, I will become your "third wheel" as it were, becoming a member of your little group until you see fit to release me.

Brian Rentfro: He's risking a BWF contract or being Finale's bitch?

Jon McDaniel: I'd hope he wins. Neither of those options could POSSIBLY end well for Lucy.

Lucious laughs as he drops the mic, "Turn The Page" filling the arena. He rolls out of the ring, walking up the entrance ramp.

Jon McDaniel: What a challenge, folks! And if Finale accepts that match, you're looking at the match that will usurp the Main Event from Engel and Hayes!

Brian Rentfro: I'm not a big fan of Starr, but Engel and Hayes? BORING. Let's see someone new in the title picture. Like.... Emily Corlen.

Jon McDaniel: WHAT?!?!

Brian Rentfro: Great idea? Probably not. New and exciting? Oh, yes.

Lucious clears the arena as we prepare for the next match.

Jimmy Freeman vs Eli Storm

Singles Match

During his entrance, Orville Ichabod very slowly climbs over the guard rail and starts yelling at Freeman. Eli Storm is not a patient man, so he comes out and clobber them both before rolling Freeman into the ring. Then Storm finishes things up with Blame Canda for the win.

Winner: Eli Storm

The Greatest Battle

The scene fades in on the Rampage parking lot, Spectre and Simon Kalis climbing out of Kalis’ latest ride. Kalis’ lack of showmanship is evidence of his current depressed state as the two start for the building.

Spectre: Simon, I am sure that Joshua Danielson will accept my challenge. Their is no wa...

Spectre stops as both men pause, looking about the parking lot. Spectre looks at Kalis, concerned.

Simon Kalis: There is something I need to address, but it must be alone. Go ahead, I will meet you in the locker room.

Spectre looks shocked, confused but mostly concerned, as he tries to figure out what’s going on. He slowly makes his way into the arena, Kalis lowering his head.

Simon Kalis: I know you’re here. Why don’t you just come out and do it?

Kalis waits a moment, standing with his arms outstretched and eyes closed. He turns as he hears footsteps behind him, along with a slight chuckle. He shakes his head as he realizes who else has been in the area.

Lucious makes a “tsk-tsk” sound, shaking his head. Simon tilts his head ever so slightly, listening as Lucious addresses him.

Lucious Starr: That guy was brilliant. Burning your house- the memories, the sentimental items, the place you run off to when you’re burnt out- it was possibly the most brilliant thing I’ve ever seen. Taking Brian was more of a writing of his own death wish, but hey. Whatever works.

Simon Kalis: You’ve got two seconds, Lucy. Talk.

Lucious shakes his head, waving Simon off with his right hand.

Lucious Starr: This guy’s one mistake- taking Brian?- was his only flaw. To be honest, I would have pulled the same shit if I was in his shoes. But Brian is my family, too, blood or not. And I’m not happy about this either.

Lucious and Simon stare each other down, measuring what they know about each other. They each finally realize that a fight is not currently necessary, as Kalis turns into the building. Lucious grins, grinning as he slowly follows suit.

Matthew Engel vs Nadare

Singles Match Still Non-Title

The houselights die save for a dull blue glow at the entrance stage, along the ramp, and around the ring, the same dull light like that emitted from LED lamps. The ADC-Tron comes alive with a slow motion view of a progressing avalanche from a high mountain as Two Steps From Hell's "Magika (Extended G1 Cut)" cues up, a faint string quartet galloping over the PA system, building in volume, before a loud crash at the 8-second mark begins the first true movement of the song, matching the symbol of a red and white hawk with a thick white outline taking over the entire ADC-Tron.

Eric Emerson: Introducing at this time...

The movement continues on until the 18-second mark when a soaring melody overtakes it all, producing Nadare from behind the entrance curtain. His calm eyes virtually glow in the dim light as green and red lasers randomly beam to the stage and the entrance ramp.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in tonight at 220 pounds...

Nadare stalks down the ramp, his eyes affixed on the ring as he marches towards it with purpose.

Eric Emerson: And stands at 6 feet tall...

He stops at the bottom of the ramp and turns around to face the ADC-Tron, the avalanche on it collapsing over the hawk graphic and enveloping it into nothingness. Nadare walks over to the nearest ring steps, calmly lifting the sides of his cloak before walking up them and onto the apron.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan...

He wipes the bottom of his boots on the ring apron before quickly slingshotting his body over the top rope and onto the second turnbuckle, placing one foot on the top and stretching his arms out to the side, his fingers curled like loose claws before he brings them back in over his chest, crossing his arms at the forearm.

Eric Emerson: ...NADARE!!!

Nadare hops down from the turnbuckle and turns quickly, dropping to a knee with his arms not once moving, staring across the ring with a piercing gaze. He rises slowly to his feet as the houselights return and "Magika (Extended G1 Cut)" fades, unclipping his entrance cloak and shoulder gear before carefully dropping them over the top rope and into the arms of a waiting ringside attendant.

Brian Rentfro: Uh, Jon?

Jon McDaniel: I know, Brian. I was wondering why the front row had emptied before Nadare came out.

Brian Rentfro: WHY DOES THE ENTIRE FRONT ROW LOOK LIKE PROJECT X?!

Jon McDaniel: I don't know, Brian! Looks like a ploy to mess with our World Champion!

Nadare looks around anxiously, as the front row begins to fill with nearly sevent feet monsters, all dressed in the trademark mask and jumpsuit PWA Hall of Famer PX walks around in. Now it's time to bring out the World Champion.

Eric Emerson: And... his... opponent...

The lights go out inside the arena as "Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system. Green and silver pyros shoot off as spotlights around the PWAtron move to the rhythm of the song.

Eric Emerson: ...hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...

Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. The magnificent voice of Axl Rose comes to life.

"Please allow me to introduce myself..
I'm a man of wealth and taste.

I've been around for a long, long year..
Stole many a man's soul and faith."

The crowd gets on their feet, but most of them are booing the former World Champion. Engel begins to make his way down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 210 pounds...

"Pleased to meet you.. hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game."

Engel remains focused on the ring, and reaches the steel steps. He ascends onto the apron, and climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes.

"I watched with glee..
While your kings and queens..
Fought for ten decades..
For the Gods they made."

Eric Emerson: He is the current Undisputed PWA World Heavyweight Champion... he is MATTHEW.. "VIRUS"... ENGEL!!!!

"Just as every cop is a criminal..
and all the sinners.. saints..
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer..
'cause I'm in need of some restraint.

So if you meet me..
have some courtesy..
have some sympathy..
and some taste.

Use all your well learned politesse
or I'll lay your soul to waste."

Engel has removed his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, revealing his standard white undershirt. He begins to stretch in the ring and prepare himself for the match. Engel looks around nervously at the PX's all in the front row.

Brian Rentfro: Which one is really him, Jon?

Jon McDaniel: I don't know, they all look the same!

Brian Rentfro: I'm kind of scared.

Jon McDaniel: You would be. And we don't even know if any of them are REALLY Project X!

DING DING!!

The bell sounds as the match officially begins. Nadare fires out of the gate quickly, taking a surprised Engel down with a clothesline. Nadare gets Engel to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Engel comes back and Nadare nails him with a spinebuster. Nadare flies off the ropes himself and hits a knee drop on Engel's forehead. Nadare gets him to his feet and picks him up for a scoop slam. Nadare begins to climb the turnbuckle, and reaches the top. He calls out to the crowd and leaps off for a leg drop, but Engel moves out of the way just in time. Nadare crashes and begins to hold his leg. Engel shakes his head a bit, and crawls over to Nadare. Engel mounts him and begins to unleash lefts and rights. Engel finishes it off by slamming Nadare's head into the mat. Engel gets to his feet and removes his jacket, tie, and dress shirt. Nadare gets to his feet in the meantime, and Engel taunts him. Nadare charges, but Engel trips him to the mat. Engel latches on an ankle lock and Nadare cries out in pain. The ref watches Nadare, asking if he wants to give up. Nadare doesn't.

Jon McDaniel: Engel's got that ankle lock in there pretty good!

Brian Rentfro: He's wearing him down Jon. Engel's smart like that.

Jon McDaniel: Nadare's trying for that bottom rope. He's close!

Engel tightens the hold and Nadare cries out louder. The ref is right there, but Nadare refuses to give up. Nadare tries for everything and gets to that bottom rope. The ref demands Engel to break the hold, but he refuses. Nadare is yelling in pain. The ref begins to count to five.

Jon McDaniel: Engel's gonna get himself disqualified if he doesn't break that ankle lock, Brian!

Brian Rentfro: It wouldn't be the first time, Jon!

The ref gets to four, and Engel releases the hold. Nadare immediately grabs his ankle and tries to get to his feet. He's favoring that ankle a bit as he pulls himself up by the ropes. Engel gives Nadare a slap on the back of his head and yells out "You can do better than that."

Jon McDaniel: Engel and his mind games... why can't he just wrestle?

Brian Rentfro: It keeps it interesting Jon.

Nadare is angry and charges at Engel, but Engel slides away and grabs Nadare's ankle, tripping him up. Engel quickly drops an elbow to Nadare's neck. He does it again, and then goes off the second rope and connects with a guillotine legdrop. Engel stomps Nadare in the chest and backs up for a moment. Nadare begins to move, and Engel hits Nadare with a big stomp.

Jon McDaniel: Engel trying to keep the control here, but Nadare's getting angry!

Brian Rentfro: Just say it, Jon. You know you want to.

Jon McDaniel: Huh?

Brian Rentfro: "And you wouldn't like him when he's angry", I know you're dying to say it.

Jon McDaniel: ...

Nadare gets back to his feet. He cracks his neck. Nadare and Engel lock up, but Nadare is quick to land an elbow to Engel's side. Nadare follows it up with some hard knees to the stomach and hits a neckbreaker on Engel. Nadare flies into the ropes and comes back with a senton bomb. He covers Engel.

1...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Not even a two!

Engel is to his feet. Nadare checks him with a quick right, and follows it up with a jaw-breaking left hook. Engel stumbles back and Nadare tries for a spinning heel kick, but Engel brushes him aside. Nadare to his feet. Engel comes at him with a side kick, but Nadare catches Engel's foot. Engel tries for the enziguri, but Nadare dodges. Engel crashes to the mat and Nadare is right on him for another assault. He unchambers lefts and rights, and then gets Engel to his feet. Nadare takes him down with a quick hip toss, but Engel is to his feet. Nadare spears him into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: That's gotta hurt!

Brian Rentfro: No kidding, Jon!

Nadare runs to the opposite corner and charges. Halfway, he launches into the air for another corner splash.

And misses.

Nadare connects with the turnbuckle as Engel dodges at the last second. Engel wraps Nadare up from behind and hits him with a huge german suplex. Engel holds on and stands up, still holding onto Nadare. He hits ANOTHER german suplex on him. Engel uses a lot of strength to get Nadare back up again, Nadare trying to struggle out of it. Nadare fights back with an elbow, trying to avoid a third. But Engel perseveres and hits another german suplex on Nadare. He bridges it.

1...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Ha! Not even a two! Both these men are really bringing it!

Brian Rentfro: Uh, Jon?

Jon McDaniel: What now, Brian!

Brian Rentfro: The PX's are playing musical chairs...

The PX wannabes in the front row, surrounding the ring, are literally playing musical chairs. Well, there's no music, but you get the point. The shifting in the crowd catches the attention of both Nadare and Engel. Engel is just waiting for the real PX to come inside the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Good, they sat back down.

Jon McDaniel: I wish they'd leave!

Brian Rentfro: How do you suppose PX has the money for all this?

Jon McDaniel: From his reality TV show?

Brian Rentfro: Oh right.

Nadare to his feet. Engel starts to give him some lip, but there's too much of it as Nadare takes him down with a roundhouse. Nadare grabs Engel's arm and rushes toward the turnbuckle. Nadare hits a tornado cross arm breaker on Engel. Still holding on to Engel's arm, he rings him up and attempts to kick Engel in the back of the head. Engel telegraphs it and ducks, grabbing his leg and taking him down to the mat. Engel is up and Nadare gets to his feet. Engel kicks him low and hits a huge piledriver.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Getting closer, Jon! You starting to sweat over there?

Jon McDaniel: Nadare's getting back up!

Nadare is a bit groggy now as he gets to his feet. Engel wraps Nadare up with a front facelock, and lifts Nadare vertically above him. Engel drops down and hits a big brainbuster on Nadare. He doesn't go for a cover, but flies into the ropes. He springboards off the middle rope, attempting a moonsault. He overshot it. Wait -

He didn't overshoot it, he lands both feet on Nadare's chest for a huge double foot stomp! High Voltage! A quick cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Nadare's chest is a little red after that one.

Nadare cringes and begins to gasp for air. Engel is up to his feet. He lands a few stomps, and gets Nadare up to his feet. Engel drags him over to the corner, giving Nadare enough time to catch his breath. Nadare slams his elbow into Engel's stomach and plants him in the mat with a vicious DDT. Nadare hooks the leg.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Engel looks surprised about that counter from Nadare.

Nadare is to his feet. Engel gets to a knee, but not before Nadare slaps on an impressive Million Dollar Dream choke. We've seen Engel use this move before. Engel tries his hardest to fight it, but eventually falls to the mat. The referee is down in Engel's face, asking if he wants to give up. Engel shakes his head, and tries to fight back with elbow shots to Nadare. Nadare just tightens the grip, and Engel's face begins to turn red. Engel looks about three feet in front of him, and noticies a bottom rope in close proximity. He reaches out, but he's a few inches away. He starts to muscle his way toward the rope as Nadare tries to hold him back. He reaches it, and the ref makes Nadare break the hold.

Jon McDaniel: See look at that. Engel got to the rope and Nadare broke the hold. Sportsmanship, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: *yawn*

Engel starts coughing and gasping for air himself. Nadare hits a soccer kick on him, and gets him to his feet. Nadare sends him into the ropes and telegraphs a spinning heel kick. He connects this time and sends Engel to the canvas. Nadare is into the ropes and springboards off with a perfect moonsault. He holds it for the cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Not this time kid!

Engel is up to his feet as Nadare grins. Nadare lashes out, but Engel dodges it and wraps Nadare up in a hammerlock. Engel dishes out some brutal forearm shots to Nadare's back and then kicks out the back of his knee. Nadare is down to one knee, but Engel picks up him and executes a big sidewalk slam. Nadare gets to a knee and Engel is on the attack. He hits Nadare with multiple forearm shots and punches. He gets Nadare up to his feet and lands a huge ace cutter. Engel hooks the leg.

1...

2...

Nadare catches the bottom rope with his leg.

Jon McDaniel: Great ring awareness there from someone who Engel below him!

Brian Rentfro: He didn't say that. He just said that Nadare's inexperience isn't going to help him in this match...and I'm inclined to agree!

Engel slams the mat in frustration and gets in the ref's face a bit. He's claiming he had the three count before Nadare got his leg up. Meanwhile, Nadare regroups and knocks Engel down. Engel to his feet, but he's met with a devastating dropkick. Engel flies into the corner. Nadare mounts and unchambers lefts and rights. He finishes it off with an ice-cold headbutt, and Engel falls to the canvas. Engel to a knee and Nadare grabs him by the hair. Nadare rushes to the corner and hits a big-time tornado DDT. A quick cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: So close!

Engel is showing his resiliency, and gets up to his feet. Nadare is impressed with the World Champion's willpower, and gives a nod of respect.

Jon McDaniel: Nadare showing his respect to the World Champion.

Brian Rentfro: It's been a great match so far, but this is where Engel shines the most and knows how to finish his opponents off, whereas his opponents struggle to end him.

Jon McDaniel: Spectre didn't struggle last week.

Brian Rentfro: ERRONEOUS!

Engel and Nadare circle each other around the ring, but there is a rift in the front row. Three PX's stand up and try to go over the barricade, but security (I know, right?) is there to stop them. Engel and Nadare look in their direction, Engel yelling at the rest of the security to make sure those impostors don't disturb their match. Meanwhile..

Jon McDaniel: Wait, Brian! Look!

Brian Rentfro: Oh *beep*!

The REAL Project X hops the barricade on the other side, sliding in the ring with a steel chair. Engel can feel the ring shake and turns around, and WHAM!

Brian Rentfro: GOOD GOD!!!

Engel falls to the mat from the blow of the chairshot to the head. Nadare turns around and tries to attack PX, but Nadare gets a chair to the stomach and then PX hits a homerun on Nadare and he goes down! The referee turns around to see PX has laid out both men, and rings for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

The referee informs Eric Emerson.

Eric Emerson: The result of this match is a draw due to a double disqualification!

The crowd boo's heavier, obviously wanting to see a winner of this match and because their World Champion was just attacked by the venomous PX who nearly killed Joe BoXeR.

Jon McDaniel: PX strikes again, Brian. This is just terrible.

Brian Rentfro: It's unfair is what it is, but Engel has the opportunity to make things right on Tuesday night when he goes to Boston to face Project X!

Jon McDaniel: Let's hope he can do it, Brian. For the sake of his brother and the PWA.

PX is standing over Engel, we can see his breathing is heavy and he's probably happier than a pig in shit right now. He drops the chair, as Engel is clearly knocked out from that thunderous chairshot. Fade to black.